I had an internet experience five years ago that resulted in my hide becoming iron clad. That experience also taught me that often when people lash out and say vile, awful things...it's not about me. I'm just a convenient and near perfect target, as would be any other blogger or myspacer or message board member they happened upon.
Because I'm a faceless stranger. They don't have to look in my eyes as they digitally scrawl their insults and hatred and profanity across these pages. It can be done with emotional impunity and cathartic intemperance.
No, It's about them, and the darkness of spirit that has overtaken them. It's about despair and loneliness and self-loathing. It's about not having anybody to care that they are miserable and hurting, and it's about feeling like there's no way to fix what's wrong.
There is something wonderfully freeing about venting one's spleen of all that anger and frustration. I get that, I really do.
So, Anonymous, whomever you are....
I hope that whatever is making you so sad and lonely and angry is lifted from your soul soon. I hope that somebody notices you're not okay and has the humanity to reach out and ask you what's wrong and how they can help.
Everybody needs and deserves that.
That said, there are several posts that still get a ridiculous number of hits though they are years old, due to my woeful disregard for basic search term science.
So sometimes I just chalk it up to the fact that some sick bastard who is frustrated and no longer gratified by jerking off in his Mommy's dirty panties decided to search out some visual stroke fodder to feed his perverse needs. With his one free hand trembling in anticipation, he pecked out something like...oh, say..."eat my Mom's pussy" (128 yesterday), which landed him here.
That post of course, did nothing to satisfy his deviant desires, and thus, sent him right over the edge, (where presumably, he had been teetering precariously for some time) and precipitated the kind of deranged, pubescent rantings you see on the post below, which, by the way, were stunningly well articulated, don't you think?
Boy, that sure fixed my little red wagon, dinnit?
To the other Anonymous (AMAZING how so many people by the same name happened to read my blog yesterday) who characterized this blog as "over the top dramatic"...it's okay. You don't have to like every blog you read. I certainly don't.
And I understand that some people don't get my sense of humor. That's okay too. Irony, sarcasm and satire are pretty sophisticated concepts.
Jesus, you go away for a few days to make sure you don't have a brain tumor and things go to hell in a handbasket. In that respect, the internet and real life are remarkably similar.
Am I right ladies?